Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.